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[Perfect Bookworm]

At the young age of 18, Hermione Jane Granger wasnt exactly a teenager like most. She was the Secretary to the Minister Of Magic, a member of the Order Of The Pheonix, and still she tried her hardest to have a real life. But being a young witch wasnt so easy. So there, standing in the kitchen at Number 12 Grimmauld Place she knew she was different. She was never really the same. Throughout school she was always 'The Perfect Bookworm'. Sighing she walked over to the table and sat down.

Her head in her hands she shook it. Some of her brownish-blonde hair fell gently into her face. What was she doing here? Really, why was she still sitting here in the house. Sighing again she sat up and looked out the window at the rain that fell hard and hit the ground making it muddy and wet. Shaking her head she glanced around the dark kitchen. It was always dark! No matter what!

Her wand was up stairs. So standing up she climbed the long flight of stairs to her room. Turning on a light she walked over to her dresser and grabbed some black pants and a long sleeved gray shirt. Wow, grungy. Looking in the mirror she laughed a little, she turned around and opened her closet. Hmm...A black short sleeved shirt. Putting that on over her gray one she nodded. Much better.

As Hermione walked out she grabbed her wand and rushed back downstairs. Lighting the kitchen she started making coffee as she listened to the pounding rain outside the window.

[seamus]

Seamus appears inside his room at number 12 Grimmauld Place soaked. It's pounding rain outside and seamus was out in it, not really caring that he was soaked. He moves a few pieces of his sandy hair away from his eyes and he sighs. He was out in the rain just to grab a few supplies that he should've gotten the other day, but he had fell directly to sleep and he didn't have the time to go get it.

Seamus takes out his wand that was always with him. The one that he always needed to have with him, just incase if voldemort showed up. In which is still very likely. Harry hadn't seemed to defeat voldemort in his 7th year, so now even past school he still had. And since seamus had become an auror, he also had to help him. Just as he did in 7th year, along with the DA at times.

Seamus whispered a word and he's instantly dried. He always had a complete list of spells and potions memorized just incase. That spell was a usefull one, even if it didn't help defeat voldemort, it was still usefull. He changes out of his clothes that he had just dried. He put on some different clothes and he pulled on his cloak. He had himself an auror meeting yet again. What a surprise, eh?

Seamus pulled open a dresser draw. It was stocked full with potions and antidotes. Each one necessary. He had always kept spares here at home, and he ocassionally brought some with him too, especially when he had to beat death eaters. Seamus really still doesn't understand for why snape managed to let him pass his newts classes and tests? Snape always hated him, and all gryffindors. Even if he was trying to do his best his last year there, did it really matter? But yet snape didn't give him a bad grade, heck he accually managed to get one of the best grades there, strange isn't it? He was good in DADA, so he passed that with flying colors. After his blowing up things in charms, he managed to do well in that too. So it seems that he's balanced in all three fields, making him perfect for the auror job.

Seamus put a couple of the potions in his pocket, especially since he wouldhave to go fight off another death eater, which is always the case. Although, seamus can't help but wonder, Is this world using me? Am i just some little pawn? Am i just someone's puppet? Are people just trying to be my friends, till i die, then will they move on and act like nothing happened? And if i'm used, how long have i been used for? Seamus tried not to think of those questions, but sometimes he couldn't help it, if he can't stop thinking about it, he might get killed right infront of voldemort.

Seamus sighs yet again, not really expecting anyone to beawake at the moment except for him. He travels down the stairs after exiting his room. He tip toed down it, to make sure it didn't creek. Most of the stairs in number 12 grimmauld place creeked. If he made enough of noise, he would wake up mrs. black, and she'd scream and everyone in this house would jolt awake.

Mrs. Black doesn't scream like everyone else. She screams a loud head splitting scream. Seamus wonders why none of the muggles never seem to hear it. He walked down the stairs and he started down the hall way, being exceptionally quiet near her picture. He aquired these sneaky skills when he was a trouble maker. He enters the kitchen, and jumps surprised to find hermione there.

"hey hermione, what are you doing up this early?"

Seamus makes himself a cup of coffee and sits at the table with hermione, listening to the rain pour outside.

[Perfect Bookworm]

Hearing the stairs creek she thought it was just Kreacher. Usually people werent awake this early in the morning. Unless they really couldnt sleep or they had to go to work. That always happened. This house was cursed. Or maybe it was just her. She shook her head then took a drink.

'hey hermione, what are you doing up this early?'

Well that definetly didnt sound like Kreacher. Turning her head she smiled. Seamus. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun she glanced at him again then back out the window holding her warm cup of coffee in her hands.

"I couldnt sleep."

She whispered. Even at a whisper the words echoed around the kitchen. She felt wierd being in this house. The house of a dead man. His soul seemed to haunt this house. Making her feel strange, making her feel watched.

-I'll brb. My dad has to use the phone..-

[seamus]

((k))

Seamus takes a sip of his coffee and he looks to hermione as she replied.

"I see, well, did you have yourself a nightmare?"

He looks at her like he cared, even if she didn't. Even if she was using him, just like he thought many times before

"I'm up because i had to get something earlier.."

[Perfect Bookworm]

She sighed and shook her head. Well, maybe she did. It was the Department Of Mysteries again. That night so many years ago. But she couldnt just let it go. It didnt work like that.

"No. Not really."

She shrugged then took a drink then looked at him.

"May I ask what?"

[seamus]

He shrugs

"alright, ifit was you know that you could tell me"

Seamus takes out a copy of the daily prophet and began to read


"some secret ministry stuff"

[Perfect Bookworm]

She nodded to him then took a quick sip. Looking out the window she sighed. Why did her life turn out like this? What if she had never met any of these people? What if she'd just turned out to be a muggle? She shuddered. She remembered when she used to be a muggle. No. No. She couldnt go back to that.

"I will." She said with a smile then looked at him.

"Secret Ministry stuff? Sounds interesting."

[seamus]

He continues to looks at the Daily prophet, but then suddenly he folds it back together and he throws it back on thetable cursing slightly under his breath. He takes a sip of his coffee, and he just remembered that hermione was there and probibly she heard him curse.

"sorry about that"

He nods as she answered him

"ok." he laughs suddenly "Yeah....Just picking up a few things, that's all"

[Perfect Bookworm]

She laughed as he threw the paper. THen taking a sip of her drink she heard him say he was sorry.

"No problem. What..uh..wrong?"

She asked looking at him as he rested her chin her in hands.

[seamus]

He shakes his head lightly

"Just an article in it, nothing to be worried about"

he takes another sip, letting the warmth fill him up.

[Perfect Bookworm]

She shrugged. If he didnt want to say it she wasnt about to force him to. Sighing she took a drink then looked out the window. The rain still pounded hard outside.

"How's work been?"

She said not looking at him yet.

[seamus]

He leans back against the chair looking up at the celing listening to the rain pound against thehouse

"alright, and you?"

((srry, will be back in around a hour))

[Perfect Bookworm]

-Oky doky-

She sighed and still stared out the window into the darkness that surrounded the old house.

"Its been..interesting."

She whispered.

[seamus]

((back))

"I see, i imagine that it is with the minister and everything"

[Perfect Bookworm]

She sighed and laughed. Oh yes, Percy Weasley. Minister of Magic and the worse stalker in the world. Sighing again she shrugged.

"Yeah. The minister and stuff."

She said looking at him.